The Lightbringer cut off the eye beams, having completed his little bout of amusement. The smell of burnt flesh drifted into his nose, a familiar smell that reminded him of disposing of the bodies after the human sacrifices he carried out in his old cult.
Perhaps he should start those up again. He certainly did have plenty of cattle to choose from. It would be useful for inspiring more loyalty, and taking care of a few irritating members all at the same time.
Astra's screams had grown silent, her breathing shallow as her body still occasionally twitched and flinched with pain.
Letting out a soft sigh, he leaned down and wrapped his hand around her throat, cutting off her air supply. The soft sounds of her desperately trying to breath brought a sadistic smile to his face. Maybe getting his hands dirty every now and then wasn't so bad after all.
